Chapter 4 — Invitation to Change

Harper

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Creative Horizons, painting shifting patterns across the worn floor and highlighting the imperfections that gave the space its soul. The faint scent of acrylic paint and clay lingered in the air, mingling with the animated hum of conversation and laughter drifting from the art room. Harper paced the office, her cuff bracelet cool against her wrist as she absently traced its raised enamel swirls, grounding herself in its familiar texture.